Versuri Faith No More - 04. RV

Backside melts into a sofaMy world, my TV, and my foodBesides listening to my belly gurgleAin't much else to
doYeah, I sweat a lotPants fall down every time I bend overAnd my feet itchYeah-I married a scarecrowI hate
youTalking to myselfEverybody's starin' at meI'm only bleedin'Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutesNobody
speaks English anymoreWould anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider?I hate youTalking to myselfYou don't feel it after
awhileYou take the beatingI'm a swingin' guyThrow a belt over the shower curtain rodAnd swing - - -Toss me inside a
HeftyAnd put me in the groundA drink needs meI don'tI ain't about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my a*snewscasters,
cockroaches, and dessertsI hate youTalkin' to myselfEverybody's starin' at meI'm only bleedin'Where are the
kids?maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrossesI
think it's time I had a talk with my kidsI'll just tell 'em what my daddy told meYOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT NOTHIN'